As a native New Yorker, when Michael Moore opened up his “Reuben & Moore” sandwich bar in the new Westfield on Pitt Street, I couldn’t have been more excited. I love Reubens, and the website even promised that the outlet would be ‘featuring the world’s most famous sandwich “The Reuben”.’
When I went the first time, and every time thereafter, all I got was disappointment. Not enough meat. Nor enough sauerkraut. And no Russian dressing, but instead some weird cornichons that didn’t belong.
Last month I dropped a note in to the website to the effect of, I appreciate a chef’s perogative to make a dish his own, but the Reuben is not a work in progress.
Yesterday I received an acknowledgment, but no firm answer.
Watch this space …